The Sun God and the Moon Goddess

The sun lowered slowly as evening drew closer. The chill nipped at them, leaching through thin clothes that had seemed too much smadison's feet began to drag and he stumbled over more and more words. When madison finished his crinola, tilda traded him the plastic wrapper for a water bottle that was cool thanks to the temperature. He sipped at it slowly before handing it back to her. By the time they reached the fence, it was a junk yard. Dusty. Abandoned cars and scrat metal littered throughout a smooth lot of dirt. A rusted lock held the chain linked doors close. It didn't look promising, but what choice did they have